Protest The Hero - Little Snakes lyrics

Oh, what a typical story
Contested site, the Americas
With treaties broken, the same sad token
Torn and repaired it with paraffin

Disembodied heads disembowel the earth
A monument of our arrogance
A monolith of our bloated bunk, self-worth
Disembodied heads disembowel the earth

We marred the land with our leaders
Eight eyes to watch "little snakes"
Regal expressions for Native repression
At rest frozen on their faces

We can make an exception
And they can make some concessions
Because there’s gold in the Black Hills
Armed to the teeth we can make an example of
Every one of these savages
Because the rights they have we gave to them
And we can take them away
Without giving a damn

Ain't that exactly how it is
And that’s exactly what they did
Oh, you don’t think it’s right
But that’s exactly what they did

What an impressive display
Of complete dissolution
Two fucking faces owned slaves
One supplied the largest Aboriginal execution

Once somebody said i don’t believe "the only
Good Indians are dead

And so they took his head
And carved his eyes into
The Native mountainside

We can make an exception
And they can make some concessions
Because there’s gold in the Black Hills
Armed to the teeth we can make an example of
Every one of these savages
Because the rights they have we gave to them
And we can take them away
Without giving a damn
Oh, yes, the rights they have we gave to them
And we can take em, take em, take em
Take em away

Forgotten in the shadows cast
By celebrated busts
Lies a site depicting history’s
Ignoble blood lust
There might be flowers in the windows
But only ashes in the streets
Impoverished and broken sings the
Songs of their defeat
But it’s your vacation, your holiday
It’s a reminder every story
Gets sculpted and decayed
It’s your vacation, your holiday
You may feel cheated by it's modesty
Pack the car and drive away
It’s your vacation, your holiday
It’s your vacation, your holiday
It’s your vacation, your holiday
It’s your vacation, your holiday

About face enjoy the ride
There’s a different version of history
Carved in the mountain side
Your mind’s made up your hands are tied
But colonialism by all definitions is
The father to a genocide